LEE MINHO POV.

I looked around the room, uninterested. Namjoon and Seokjin had made it their business to wedge themselves between the doors and argue. "You should have taken better care of Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok!" Seokjin scolded sourly and stabbed Namjoon with a glare. Namjoon hissed: "Sorry, I was busy fighting for my life! Oh, and for yours!"
Offended, Seokjin crossed his arms and looked sourly at the floor.

With an annoyed sigh, I looked over at Chan, who was nervously pacing back and forth in the classroom. "Stop that."
He stopped, confused. "Huh? What?"
"You're going to drive me crazy if you keep panicking like that. What's going on anyway?"
He let out a shaky breath and then sat down on a chair. "Do you really care about that?"
"No. I just want to seem sympathetic."

Chan laughed softly, shaking his head. "I'm worried about Changbin."
I raised an eyebrow. "Changbin? Seo Changbin? The idiot in the back row who's always doing shit?"
He smiled slightly. "Yes, him exactly. Our class clown."
"And what about him?"

He looked uncertainly at the floor. "I..."
All right. Already understood.
"You're a couple?" He nodded. "That's great. Class clown and class president. Wow, what a love story."
Sighing, he buried his head in his hands. "What if something happened to him?"

Rolling my eyes, I dropped down next to him and put an arm around him. It's hard to believe I'm really doing this now. "Hey Chan, the guy's a boxer. He'll manage somehow."
He was just about to start talking when the sliding door suddenly opened and Jimin squeaked in shock.

A teacher rushed in and slammed the door shut behind him. If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Oh. Greasy guy. Seokjin shoved Namjoon angrily. "You should make sure no one can get in!"
"What do you want from me now? He's not crazy!"
Jisung came up to me and tugged on my sleeve. "Do you think he was bitten?"
My eyes wandered over his body, but I couldn't see anything. So I shook my head. 

"Are you all right?" asked Mr. Oh as he tried to normalize his breathing. As no one answered, he continued. "All right, listen up. Those are zombies out there. Don't let them bite you!"
Zombies, eh? Do you think I'm stupid?
"Zombies, seriously? They only exist in movies!" Hwang shook his head, but Mr. Oh remained serious.
"Either it's an unfunny prank, or it's reality," Taehyung remarked, looking around the room uncertainly. Mr. Oh spoke up again. "It's real. Barricade the doors and windows and survive."

Everyone immediately started moving all the tables and chairs in front of the sliding doors. I still don't know if I should believe the zombie shit. Nevertheless, I pitched in and together with Jisung, I heard one table on top of the other when suddenly Jimin made a startled noise. He stood there frozen and stared at Mr. Oh. Trembling, he pointed at him. "His... his neck has a bite mark..."
Startled, Felix, Jisung and Chan looked at Mr. Oh. "What no! I don't!" he shouted and tried to cover the wound but it was too late. "I have to ask you to leave," said Chan firmly and tried to push the teacher towards the door, but he fought back with his hands and feet.

"You really want to throw me out? To those things?"
Namjoon nodded, grabbed his arm and pushed him towards the door. "Get out of here!"
"Yah, have some respect!" Mr. Oh yelled at him and tried to punch him, but Felix intercepted his hand. "Get out of here," he growled.

I was just about to say something when I noticed something. Something bad. Mr. oh's eyes turned bloody and his veins began to turn purple. I immediately pulled Jisung away. Hyunjin did the same and pulled Felix behind him a little roughly. Only Namjoon was still near the teacher and apparently had no intention of leaving until he was out. He grabbed Mr. Oh by the collar, who was probably trying to fight the transformation.

"I told you to fuck off," he hissed and was about to move the table away from the door when the teacher's head suddenly flew backwards with a crash. A strange noise sounded before the head snapped back and Namjoon was bitten on the hand. With a startled scream, he dropped the zombie and held his hand in shock.

Bloody hell.

I pushed Jisung a little behind me while Seokjin ran to Namjoon with a scream. The zombie laid on the ground, cracking and twisting.

"Shit Joonie..." Seokjin cried as he looked at the wound on Namjoon's hand. Seeing the zombie slowly rearing up, Seungmin grabbed his baseball bat and took a swing at him. He immediately got the zombie's full attention as it lurched towards him at breakneck speed. Seungmin was just about to desperately strike another blow when the zombie was suddenly distracted by Namjoon, who jumped on him from behind and brought him down. Both landed on the gray floor with a nasty crunch.

"Fuck Joonie, what are you doing?" yelled Jin, who was being held by Chan and Jeongin. With clenched teeth, Namjoon replied: "I'm going to die anyway, Jin. Then I can save you too."
With a jerk, he was thrown from the zombie and landed on the ground with a loud groan. His veins were already beginning to change color a little. The zombie lunged at him and tore a piece of skin from his cheek, which it then devoured.

Namjoon screamed in pain and pushed the zombie off him. He shoved the zombie rudely towards the door, opened it with a trembling hand and pushed the zombie outside. "Joonie, please..." whispered Jin, but by then Namjoon was already outside and had closed the door. Through the small windows, we could see more zombies pouncing on him until he was completely drenched in blood.

Jisung squeezed my hand, trembling, and I wasn't exactly taking it easy either. I just saw a fucking classmate turn into a fucking monster!
Jin's quiet sobs filled the room and Felix tried in vain to calm him down.
Okay, we really had a fucking problem now. We were locked in a room, had no food, no drink, no cell phones and we could die any second if a zombie came in here. Anyone who didn't come today: I hope you die as painfully as Namjoon.